Ray Lucero


I AM A RAVEN


I am a raven
Freer than a breeze
Beholding to no one
Doing what I please

I am a raven
Watch me fly
Aeries are for eagles
Not me!
Don’t ask me why

I am a raven
Eating what I please
Sleep anywhere I want
Have no one to appease

I am a raven
You’d better let me by
I’m a bit combative
Might pluck out an eye

I am a raven
Better left alone
Unless inclined to marry
Have ravens of mine own

I am a raven
Feathers black as coal
Robbery my stock in trade
So stay clear
Or I may steal your soul

Submitted: Saturday, June 11, 2011
Edited: Saturday, June 11, 2011

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  • Sheila Cameron (9/16/2011 2:37:00 AM)

    My colloquy of urban ravens are milder: they give way to the greedy gulls of Caernarfon. But yes, they capture human hearts. (Report) Reply

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